Since I didn't have to work today because of the immigration crackdown, my buddy Mario, feeling badly, he tells me - for the dumb drama that happened, and wanting to make up for it - shows up at my door with shrimp, conch, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions and limes. "I'm making you Ceviche, he says. "You just sit there and let me do everything." Who am I to argue? The only thing I did was disinfect all the veggies and do a little chopping until I got in trouble and had to sit down.
The shrimp were beautiful and the conch was a type called callo, chopped up and very soft and sweet. Apparently the most expensive seafood here. It was also Mario's day off.
We had a feast, with tostadas, beer and a little bit of hot sauce. He broke my favourite lime squeezer and felt awful. I'm sure tomorrow there will be a new one delivered to me; Mario is like that.
I'm off to Salsa dance tonight with Abdel, even though I still don't have any decent shoes. The ones I did buy broke the same night I wore them at work. The rubber heel bit came off and David next door gave me some crazy glue to fix it. I was in the back room trying to get the damn stuff out of the tube, but to no avail. I took a fork and tried to make the hole bigger, thinking it wouldn't be good if the fork slipped and rammed into my thumb. Of course, that's exactly what happened and then I had no shoe, plus a bleeding thumb. Not a lucky night. It is still very numb and my shoes are toast because now I can't find the black bit, even though David brought me a new tube of crazy glue the night we went to see Batman. That was very nice, and well, it's good to have on hand. Maybe I can glue my lime sqeezer back together.
Lesson #1: never open a tube of crazy glue with a fork.
Lesson #2: never buy high heeled shoes made in China.
Lesson #3: when someone brings you shrimp, let them make you ceviche.
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